work is good.

I worked 12 hours today on christmas eve. kind of a bummer. that restaurant is intense. work never stops. I stink of lettuce and garbanzo beans. whatever, im making money. damn good money. Servers are idiots. sorry if anyone reading is a waiter.

im going to be staying in miami for a while, hopefully it doesn't get too boring or lonely. I mean, i have friends here but everyone lives with their parents and goes to school or work. In tally i live with my friends and everyone is five minutes away. Well...whatever, one must do what one must do, I suppose.

random quote:
"Why do white women love black men?"
"cause we eat cold meals and think distant thoughts."
-Jack Johnson(the boxer, not the singer, idiots.)

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: there is a light that never goes out-the smiths

there is nothing to be happy about.

maybe marie's right, I should invest heavily in home-made rice-crispies treats.

I did something today that I feel very stupid about, not to mention ashamed.

I really need to get a positive outlook.

I really need to get laid.

well, according to my informal survey, everyone is depressed. Maybe its a seasonal thing.

Me, I guess I just miss a lot of friends. It sucks that its too weird to call some people no matter how you miss them.

Things could be worse.

For those Tallahassee-based: Christmas party at my house this weekend. Its going to be awesome.

Is everyone depressed?

David Banner is going to be in my next video.

Im not kidding.

He's going to cameo in a video we have slated to do in december, if all goes according to plan.

Thats awesome.

in other news, im staying in tally during Thanksgiving, how depressing, right? well, whatever, Thanksgiving without my mom is pointless anyways and I have a lot of stuff I need to take care of up here.

been a long time, LJ-world.

The following is an excerpt from the journal of a very good friend of mine. If you know him, please, get the man laid, I am very concerned over his sexuality. Its in danger, grave danger.



Well, last nite was an amazing night, for all of us. First time dieli and rey went to a club with us. It was Coliseum, yes a gay club, but it was pretty good i might say, i got hit on by this one guy, it was real funny, but i knew it was bound 2 happen. it is real crazy, because i thought that they would be all feeling up on you and stuff, but its not like that, they are very respectful thats awesome. We saw some homothugs, that fukin owned. Me and matt took our shirts off and got on top of the mini-stage thing they got and were just wildn out, good times. then the kelly clarkson song came on and thats it, we all got hyped. It was hot as hell but it was good, me,steph,danny, and i think ant got in for free. we got home at 3.30, we got there at a good time, there wasnt a long line or anything thats always a plus. There was some qt girls there, not so many but there were. i guess we all had fun, i 4get how much fun i have getting down with my bois and dancing(in a non gay way). we were having a blast and we were sober, could you imagine if we were intoxicated, i guess you dont need 2 have money, or be drunk or high to have fun, it all matters, who u spend your nyte with, which is your friends. i have never seen rey dance so much in the 2 years i have known him, it was great 2 see a smile on everyones face again, and for more news, next week its fukin on, danny's party is gon be off the chain. well ppl's im outtie, see whats up for 2day, cuz its bobo's bday we gotta see wat we doing 2nyte.

Holy Shit

The Coup will be performind at Club Downunder not too long from now, I am very excited.

In other news, I am bored.

Part 1 of however many I want to write until i get tired of it.

Flathead

I want to write the story of my life:

I was born years ago. I swam down the tunnel of my mothers vagina with a bull-like determination. Barely pausing as I charged out of her cave. The doctor caught me like a quarterback recieving a hike. He's had heart problems ever since. I've had a completely flat head ever since. No kidding, my forehead has a clean 90 degree angle which turns into the top of my head. It's like a tray. I also have six fingers and toes on the right side of my body, and four on my left. I have one working nostril, but it works like a charm. I grew up and went through high school pretty normally. I was on the baseball team, the star pitcher due to my unique six-finger curveball, which travels in diagonals. The MLBA offered me a contract with the Cleveland Indians but my Pa said I needed to get some schooling first. I don't have a ma, only a pa, due to my fast and furious birth. It lasted only minutes, but it was intense, or so my pa says. I got pretty good grades, I think its on account of me never having been the interest of any girls. I don't really blame them. I've got a flat head six/four fingers and one working nostril. I know Im not exactly a catch. I'm a realist. I got into Darthmouth, a pretty good school but I was a pretty aimless student. I didn't know what I wanted to be. I did really well in all my classes but it was pointless, it all bored me. The only thing I ever got any enjoyment out of was throwing a mean curveball. So I joined the baseball team at Darthmouth but the other players weren't really any good, a bunch of pretty boys with smooth pretty hands and long curly eyelashes. It was disgusting so I quit, over the tears of my coach, who nearly had a fit of joy when he saw my curveball. Said he hadn't seen someone throw like that since Joe "Ugly Bastard" Maginelli played for the Astro's in '67. But I had had enough of their pussy-footed athleticism so I sunk myself in academia, graduating near the top of my class. I got on well with most people, having figured early on in life that the best way to head off all the insults and abuse that come with the territory of being a freak was to get a long with everyone. and I did. Everyone liked me. They called me Flathead, which despite being sort of mean-spirited, I took as a term of endearment. I mean, lets not dance around the obvious, I do have a flat head so whats the point of getting all riled up when someone points it out? I even had girls as friends, a first for me since back home they avoided me like the plague. A tribute to the liberal idealogy of the north, I suppose. I lost my virginity in college to some townie floozy named Suzie who wondered aloud what a man could do with six fingers. I told her I didn't know but I was mighty keen to find out. I was heavily inebriated, another first for me. My Pa is real religious and he don't take very well to spirits or tobacco, although I do see him indulge in his pipe every so often. So I graduated and the college life ended and I was faced with the horror of having to find a real job. Now, normally when you graduate from an ivy league at the top of your class and with a sterling record, this wouldn't be so bad, but let me tell you, its a whole hell of a lot more difficult when you have a completely flat head. Them HR boys didn't want anything to do with me. So, me and my buddies (friends of mine that didn't mind having me around and actually appreciated my humour) took a trip out to vegas. One last hurrah before we entered the real world. There was Steve Hartslinger, a little older than the rest of us, he was wrapping up his law school and fixing to be a lawyer. Joseph Merriwether had graduated right below me in standing and already had a job lined up with some high-falootin Stock firm, he was going to be on the fast track for the rest of his life this kid, a born executive. Slick hair, fast mouth and a million dollar smile. Finally there was Joseph Niencratz, a jew (but I didn't hold that against him) who's father was already President of NBC,yeah, he had a job too. So we booked it to Vegas and boy did we have fun. Our first day was pretty normal, lounging around the pool, gawking at the ladies. The second day we turned to the casino's and thats the day that changed my life. The other guys, they had their fun and lost. But me, well, I was making a killing. I had never gambled before, again my pa is strict about these things, but it was like something clicked. I played the slots and came out a winner every time but I attributed this to beginners luck. By 9:30 I had made fifteen hundred dollars, my friends were amazed at my midas touch. They told me I had to play the poker tables and that is exactly the time and moment my life changed. As soon as I sat down I felt completely at ease, I had never before played poker but I knew the rules from watching my friends play. Poker is a big college game, i was always rather afraid to play because I didn't have a lot of money and it would be irresponsible of me to gamble what little I had away. but now I had $1500 to spare so I figured why the hell not.Boy, I tell you, from then on the night was a daze of Aces high,straights, flushes and chips jubilee. I came out a winner alright, 147,000 dollars richer. The hotel put us up in this nice suite and to celebrate my friends bought me a woman. At first, the prostitute balked at having to sleep with a freak but Steve threw her some money, told her to shut up and pushed her at me, she gave him a glare but she took the money anyway and led me to the room. Now, I had only made love once before and it was an inebriated mess. The prostitute sensed my hesitation as she was taking off her clothes.
"whats the matter honey? if anyone has the right to be afraid here, its me!" She wasn't very nice.
"I...I've never really done this sober." I said, rather pathetically but I couldn't help myself as I felt rather pathetic at the moment.
"No shit? well, I bet it took more than a bucket of beer to get her on top of you."she laughed a low mean laugh.
"Two buckets, and I paid for them"I replied self-deprecatingly
This seemed to soften her up as she realized that she wasn't the first to make fun of me and sure as hell wouldn't be the last.She approached me with a slow seductive walk that I've never seen anyone use, atleast directed at me.
"Well, tonight you won't need a bucket of beer, just a deep wallet, flathead" She patted the top of my table like head.
"Thats what my friends call me"I replied in a nervous whimper as I began to get excited.
"Hmm?" she was straddling me and kissing the less offensive parts of my face.
"Nothing..they call me flathead, nothing" I felt like an idiot.
"huh, well this one sure ain't flat, thats a fact." She gave it a tug then a small petulant sigh escaped her lips "Oh well, i guess with the lights off this won't be so bad."
I wordlessly turned off the lamp.

END PART

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: Doesnt Remind Me-Audioslave

( I write crappy stories when im in a bad mood )

Current Mood: crappy

I have but recently returned from the Valley of the Shadow of Death. I am rapturously breathing in all the odors and essences of life. I've been to the brink of total oblivion. I remember and foment the desire to remember everything